Wings And Claws Novelas e Histórias

Those razor sharp claws digging into my flesh. But it's those large blue eyes that hold my attention. Stuck, paralyzed, I lay there as the animal lowers its mussel inches away from me. Hot breath assaults my face as it lets out an annoyed growl. It has me flinching, begging for my life, but there’s no way a wild animal can understand my cries. It’s to be expected when its teeth sink into my unpinned shoulder, crunching through my bones.

I see the scatter of people below fall to their knees in submission. He lowers his head and I see his wings begin to shrink, the scales down his back glittering magnificently, and I watch as his wings retract into his back and the large gashes where his wings once were close up. His scales disappear, simply leaving the imprint that is usually there.

The blood from his eyes was pitch black and splattered onto my school uniform. "Aaahhh…!" The man with sharp claws also screamed in pain while holding his injured eye. I looked to the side. "Malik?" "Don't just stand there, Casey!" said Malik as he turned himself into a wolf and attacked the man with the claws. The clawed man went berserk and started to show his true form. His handsome human form suddenly faded and turned into a wizened figure with pale skin color. From his spine emerged a pair of wings that resembled bat wings. His eyes were wide and yellow. The bones around his face and hands also began to bulge and lengthen.

His beast whimpered as her screams grew louder and louder. He fought hard to free himself from the creatures' claws and reach her. He was able to fling a few of them off of him and soon overpowered the creatures, flinging them away from him and running towards her. She abruptly came to a halt, and two fully grown wings tore themselves from her flesh. The wings were massive, with pure white feathers at the top now stained with ber red blood, and gold specks on the edges. He looked at her with awe in his eyes, admiring her beauty. Her hair was stuck around her face, and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him, her eyes completely white as her hands lifted, and the entire battleground bega

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

It’s gone to the point that she can no longer point out which seems possible and which doesn’t. From beneath the blanket of the night, there stood the full moon, glowering over the surface, enhancing its children’s abilities. The ancient monsters, the shapeshifters, were relentlessly at war. Werewolves are monsters that shapeshift into humans to fit into urban society. They act like humans during the day and brawl like the monsters they are during the night. Every full moon, an Alpha howls to the Moon to thank the Moon Goddess for their abilities. But this full moon, the White Claw Pack’s Alpha is nowhere to be seen. Like the ferocious mammals they are, they immediately pounced on the foes a

Pula until he lands at the bottom of the stairs. She twirls the finger of her handing hand. It causes a whirl wind to start. It grows and she lifts it into her hands as Daragan scrambles away from her. “Check mate.” She sends the wind whirling towards him. She sends all of the power through it. She weaves it through him, breaking apart is very being. The more details sends, the more her wings begin to grow. Beautiful glowing golden wings. She forces every ounce of power through him until it cleaves his soul into a million scattered pieces. Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit.

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

“The wolves. The pack. Him.” I swallowed hard. “Someone has to.” Her eyes softened, almost mournful. “That’s why you’ll drown for them.” The water reached my knees, warm and bright. My mark began to burn, the silver flaring through my skin like molten light. “I’m not drowning,” I said. Clara smiled again. “You always say that before you do.” The light around her shifted, turning crimson. The water surged between us. I staggered back as her reflection stretched, twisting into shapes too large, too ancient wings, claws, teeth, a goddess made of tide and fury.